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form, when Hauck appeared.
342 Andrew Gross
 Lieutenant!
 Relax, Hauck said.  What s the score?
 Yanks by two. Bottom of the ninth. Mariano s in.
 Chalk it up! Hauck said with a nod.  What do you say I
take over for a few minutes? Go grab yourself a coffee.
 No, sir, I m okay, the young officer said. Seemed eager to
prove it.
Hauck patted him on the shoulder and this time didn t
phrase it as a question.  Go get yourself a coffee, son.
 Yes, sir, the young officer muttered, and headed out.
Hauck opened the key box. He searched for the right one
and went down the row of six cells. He stopped at the end and
stared at the curled-up shape on the cot with his back to him,
still in his clothes.
What is it you want, Lieutenant? Wachman had asked.
I want the truth.
 Warren . . . ?
His brother stirred. He turned over and fuzzily opened his
eyes.  Ty . . . He looked for his watch.  What the fuck time
is it?
 Almost midnight.
 Midnight? Damn . . . Warren sat up and rubbed his face.
 How did it go?
 Raines is dead, Hauck told him.
 Huh?
 Shot trying to escape. By the FBI. They trumped our collar
and took him in custody on their own RICO charge.
Warren looked surprised.  The FBI?
 Seems he managed to steal someone s firearm on the ride
down. Even while in cuffs . . . Hauck cocked his finger and
squeezed an imaginary trigger.  Pow . . .
His brother blinked, his brain kicking. He drew a hand
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through his tussled hair.  You re not believing any of that for a
second, are you, Ty?
 Not for a second, Warren. Hauck shook his head.
He opened the cell.
Warren stood up. He located his glasses on the stool and
slipped his feet into his Cole Haans.  Thanks . . . He rubbed
his back a little stiffly.  Nice décor. A little minimalist for me,
and I have to say the mattress sucks . . .
Hauck stared.  I m sorry, Warren.
 Sorry for what, little bro?
I can give you back your brother.
 Warren Hauck, I m arresting you for the murders of David
Sanger and Keith Kramer . . .
 What! Warren looked at him, confused.  Ty, please.
Don t . . .
 You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say now
can be used against you . . .
Warren shook his head.  Ty . . .
The rest of it Hauck said but never remembered. He pressed
his brother against the cell wall, realizing he was fighting back
tears.
PART FOUR
CHAPTER EI GHTY- EI GHT
He thought it was over.
After he drove back up to Hartford the following day and
took Ira Wachman in for the murders of David Sanger, Keith
Kramer, and Paul Pacello. After the press had gotten hold of it
and everything started to tumble out.
Cascade was more like it.
Scayne s half-million-dollar contribution to the Republican
Senate Election Fund, much of it finding its way back to funds
controlled by Senator Oren Casey. The awarding of the lucra-
tive contract for two hundred and fifty thousand Nova 91s.
The dying tycoon, riven by illness, desperate to avoid a trial.
The six-term Connecticut senator citing  the changing times
for his sudden decision to end his career in public service.
Casey s closest aide, Wachman, disavowing any link that
tied him to Raines or any of these  terrible murders, other
than to a corrupt local lawyer  who would do anything to save
his own skin. The senator s lawyer claiming on the capitol
steps that the senator had never even met Joe Raines and recall-
ing only the most distant lawyer-client relationship with War-
ren Hauck.
All over.
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Warren, released from jail, putting up his home to collater-
alize his two-million-dollar bail. Spilling everything out to the
Fairfield County DA. Business deals the two had worked to-
gether, committees they had served on, golf outings.
And Sanger, innocent of any wrongdoing. Just a guy with a
gambling urge he kept secret and the wrong friend. Dealt the
right cards by his  lucky dealer and whatever else he had won
online.
Like Wendy Sanger had said, you ll find out. A good man.
It all came out.
The military procurement officer s suicide. William Turner,
on the board of the Pequot Woods, who facilitated an illegal
transfer of funds. An investigation into the suspicious death
of Joseph Raines. Sculley and Taylor.
Like Wachman said, if you were looking for stories, it was
only one of many.
Ten reporters vying for a Pulitzer wouldn t be able to put it
together. A pebble on a white sand beach.
But it wasn t over. Everything had managed to come out
but one.
The truth.
The truth why Sanger was killed. The truth, like Wachman
said, that was truly worth protecting.
Even if it brings down the people closest to you? Even if it
comes so close, you can feel it on your own skin?
CHAPTER EI GHTY- NI NE
A week later, Hauck had begun the task of finding Freddy
Munoz s replacement, meeting with a detective from Philadel-
phia whose TV weatherperson wife was being transferred up
here.
While they were talking Hauck s cell phone rang.
He saw it was Warren.  You think I could excuse myself for
just a couple of minutes?
The guy answered,  Sure. Hauck stepped outside.
 Warren? They hadn t spoken since his brother had gotten
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